(Hee~ Looks like it! And--uh, which character, now?
Where should my teacher be......?)
Aiden watched the students trickle in--well, more like stampede in. There seemed to be so much potential in all of them, be it for good or bad. He tapped his shoulder where the bird was, coppery wings outstretched, red jeweled eyes bright, his eyes on each student as they came through the door, grinning in amusement. Teaching them would be so exciting--it was his first year here, and the thought of harnessing all that potential was thrilling. One girl caught his attention out of them all. She was short and blonde, but cute in her dress and sandals. Wonder if she'll be in my class...
He eventually turned his attention back to the oracle, whom he jokingly referred to as "the sorting hat," like from Harry Potter.
"Ow...thundering oafs...Honestly," Mag muttered, already annoyed at the crowd and the students shoving their way to the front of the school. Although really, she felt guilty for complaining--a chance to go to this school had been what she really wanted, and she decided not to let a bunch of kids with poor manners get to her. (Although she was a huge stickler for manners.) So...about this oracle
, she wondered, trying to avoid being trampled by all the people who were much taller than herself. I hear she's supposed to tell us what we are to become--well, whatever that means
. She suddenly felt nervous: What did
that mean? Behind her back, she slipped the thumb on her left hand between her middle and index fingers, a sign for good luck.
If the lamplight of connected souls points toward your heart
Can you hear a resonance stronger than words now?